D-Mac - Miami's Finest lyrics

[Verse 1: D-Mac] Im the best in the city If it ain't me then its Bizzy If it ain't Bizzy it's Sylvan If it ain't Sylvan its Trick Zoey, Bruno or Smiff Keith, Berg or Dred, but never the less its Mac The bad b**hes know him incase u ask who is it Fell back for a minute & now its back to business Finna snap like a center, yea I'm back wit a vengeance They act like they don't remember, so here I am I know the city's sick of all of the liars and phonies This that sh** you post with 5 or 6 fire emojis Nah this that sh** they talk about while u getting a cut Macaroni, Miami's finest my n***a wussup [Talking: D-Mac] The tea is Pomegranate The shirt is Aura And the mood is New Day New Way Stay Warm... [Verse 2: D-Mac] Serve it like im at wimbeldon, difference is nobody scoring on me The flow's nice as a gentlemen, its opening doors for me Cut out the middle men, its time to get more money n***as is feminine, they're nothing but who*es to me Thinking they're spitting, what they've written is boring to me The flow is ugly, you don't want it, lil boy trust me City's finest, states illest Go ahead and lie and say I ain't the realest You can try to deny it, I bet your bae feel it I ain't chillin til I make 8 million Smile as it piles from the tile til it scrape's the ceiling What a great feeling, I got a dream and you can't k** it Aura t shirt, Kangol bucket on and 3 chains Yea I'm back like steph after the knee sprain Yea I'm back like mike after the number switch The p**y ain't even good dog I don't want your b**h I'm on camera, Tim Allen wit the hammer Bag on me like I'm Santa and I spend it like a scammer Dade's best rapper every bar wrote is fire Had broads in Atlanta before I ever wore designer, Wussup Bunch of sh** going on that I don't care for Bunch of photo opping and funny haircuts n***as tatting they're face hoping they look tough Treat em like snow globes and leave em shook up I cook up like Ayesha, without a feature I earned stripes, I learned life without a teacher Your girls type, the first night? Its nice to meet ya An hour later, she s**ing on me like now and laters No roof on the coupe as we wave hi to haters Bumping D'angelo, me and my Sanaa Lathan Thats brown sugar, she's dripping all kinds of flavor But If n***as think its sweet, want beef, annihilate em And oh, Im in LA for the weekend U know, getting head like a peek in, 4sho Ask the block about Mac hustle I count the bands like I'm Black Youngsta U got zero on u like u Russell , Im strapped wit the thunder U salty as lake city and talkin Jazz busta I grab the beat and then I spazz like a back muscle Thats a fact s**er, u boys lack hunger My Homies askin why I ain't been comin round As if I'd be in this position if i hung around Pretty young thang curled up in these satin sheets She got the itis from our breakfast on Manhattan Beach n***as tweeting lets work like I rap for free Before you dick ride, f*ggot u should ask my fee As for me, the best ever from my town Tell Ross pa** the crown, It's been mine for a while 2 9s on me but I never been a sap She ain't s**ing? She ain't f**ing? Leave that b**h where she's at And I Rep Brownsub, I put that sh** on the map I made the logo the hood use for promo Riding solo, but keep it on the low tho Pull up they like oh no, damn where did my hoe go Loco wit the slow flow, Im So Flo's finest Who else this slick wit the rhyming? Who else who else who? Gather your cheddar and bet whatever then U down bad Im up like Carl Fredrickson I dont rub off as who you wanna rub wrong If im who u front then you're who i stunt on Formerly known as he artist who kept the gun drawn Wet u up like the sprinklers in your front yard f** any list I ain't number one on